It was a cold summer morning. I lay lazily all covered up in the cozy blankets. Right beside my bed, was the window, from where I used to gaze at the stars which eventually lulled me to sleep. Through this window itself, I watched those beautiful summer mornings, the never ending greenery and the lofty blue mountains, all covered up in thin fog. Golden rays of the sun gleamed their way through the fog , while trying desperately to light up my room. The drenching solitude lay in peaceful memory of the cool breeze that struggled to keep pace with the warmth that was creeping up every moment. A peaceful happiness filled up in my heart.
"Raano, come outside!", he called me.
"Coming, Dad!", I shouted back.
I grabbed my shawl and ran down the stairs. The main door was wide open. Sunlight streamed in like an army into the hall.
"Dad, where are you? What are you doing? Dad??", I called out.
"Here, Raano come here", he called out from the kitchen.
I rushed up to him.
"Have your breakfast and get ready, we have to go to the city", he said, serving me what could be called a dosa, but seemed a lot like thick crust pancake. I giggled.
I looked at him. His grey hairs were glistening in the light that crept up through the window sill.
He is growing old. I felt a pain in my heart. After all these years, after all these beautiful times, amidst all the enjoyment and blissful achievements, I failed to realize that he was ageing too.
"Stop day dreaming and hurry up", he interrupted my thoughts. I smiled.
At the market, while we were heading back, I realised I forgot to buy what I came for.
"Dad, Wait here. I shall come in a minute."
I headed back to the store. I had been intending to buy a winter jacket for myself. I had carefully picked out on one and had been saving my earnings to buy it someday. I was glad I finally got to purchase it. I came out of the store to find my dad, frantically trying to fix something.
"What happened Dad?? What happened to your glasses?", I asked, watching him trying desperately to fix his broken glasses. Apparently some guy hit my dad accidentally and the glasses were knocked down to the floor.
I felt angry. My dad couldnot see things clearly without his glasses. I felt bad for him. I walked back to the store and returned the jacket. I bought a new pair of glasses for him instead.
"Beta, you dont have to buy me this much expensive glasses. I will fix the old ones. They still have a long way to go", he blurted out.
"No dad, you are not going to use those old ones. They have already been fixed a lot many times before. Take these new ones instead", I said.
"I won't use them, you see", he said.
"Well, I am keeping them", I argued.
While on our way back to our home, we spoke nothing. I felt bad for him. I felt bad about speaking to him so rudely. If only I had been a little polite. I struggled with these thoughts in my mind.
I placed the glasses on my dad's bedside table and went to the kitchen to prepare the afternoon meal. When the lunch was ready, I went to his room to ask him to come out for lunch. I froze at the door.
There he was, sitting on the bed, those newly bought glasses in one hand, and a picture of my mother in the other hand. He wiped his tears, wore the glasses, and smiled at the picture. Unknowingly, a smile came on my face. Love you, Dad!